Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.